The weakness of times We'll pay for it. Distrust of the next And fear for death. The poor and the mighty live in the same place that we shared. The good and the evil The destroyed The destroyer Death is our freedom Makes us equal men, Regardless of our place and birth, Regardless of our plans and deals, She'll never break her promises. She decides for us When the wretches stand In the wreckage. She makes us more miserable. There's no compromise To escape our lies They're running to nowhere. We had a feeling, a shelter, and some air to breathe. And exposed to distant clouds, we never saw sunset and dawn. Death is our freedom Makes us equal men, Regardless of our place and birth, Regardless of our plans and deals, She'll never break her promises. Slow decay and rest As we're running fast, And the mighty ones are nothing but the last ones. There's no compromise To escape our lies They're running to nowhere. Death is our freedom Death is our freedom…